On the top road, where the gorse was out, he saw Edgar walking lazily beside the mare, who nodded her white-starred forehead as she dragged the clanking load of coal. The young farmer’s face lighted up as he saw his friend. Edgar was good-looking, with dark, warm eyes. His clothes were old and rather disreputable, and he walked with considerable pride.
“Hello!” he said, seeing Paul bareheaded. “Where are you going?”
“Came to meet you. Can’t stand ‘Nevermore.’“Edgar’s teeth flashed in a laugh of amusement.